The morning sun streamed through the curtains, glinting off the silverware laid neatly on the long breakfast table. The clinking of cups and chatter of the household filled the air as everyone slowly gathered.
Sifat walked in, still adjusting her dupatta, her soft eyes lingering unknowingly toward the empty chair beside hers.... Rivan’s. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve until she heard the sound of his steps from behind. Calm, confident, perfectly timed — like he owned every space he walked into.
An ovethinking mind, unable to do what society wishes her to. I'm an multitalented girl, Learned everyhting expected from a typical Indian girl. Understood that we can't force our mind to do something which we are not interested so, now studying. Wasn't able to find peace of mind. Then it hit me. My love for reading. I'm a long time reader on scrolstck and wattpad and now finally decided to turn why 24/7 running mind into some good use and create something interesting and seriously I'm really calm from the day I've started writing. Just expect support and love from you guys and start my journey.🌷🌷
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